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Thursday, March 19, 2009

I'll give you a minute to ponder that. Go ahead, I'll wait. There, are you done? What did you come up with? No, no, nothing so sorted.

I was talking about my job. You should really watch where your mind wanders.

Yes, alas, it's true. The Krakens of Corporate Sheol have decided to "dissolve" my position with the company. Now, before you get all weepy for me, I still have a job. They are stuffing me into another department. It's not terrible, but it's not good, either. I feel a bit like Milton from the movie Office Space.

One, I don't handle change very well. Two, my work hours will be going from good to bad, so I'm not yet sure how this will affect my writing. I'll still write, it's just going to be a bit more difficult for me.

Unless I land that six figure book deal that I've been dreaming about. That really does happen to writers, right? Most of the time, no, you say. Crap!

Maybe I can go stand by the freeway with a sign that reads, "Will Write For Food."

Friday, March 06, 2009

So, there I was at work (trying to look like I was working) when I noticed an email pop up. I glanced at the description balloon and saw that it was a response to one of my agent queries.

No big deal. I'd received one just a few hours earlier . . . a rejection, mind you. Again, no big deal. But something caught my eye. A strange phrase that I had yet to see in an agent's response. I couldn't be sure, but I could have sworn that I saw the word "interested".

Trying my best -- and failing -- not to get my hopes up, I opened the email. And there it was. Something that turned my good day into great day.

I have received my first official manuscript request by a literary agent.

Now, I know that this means nothing. It could still end in a rejection if my writing doesn't register with him. But it still feels good to know I'm doing something right for a change.

Now I'm off to put the boy to bed and then it'll be a late night of submitting my manuscript and synopsis.